Poem by Robert Herrick

Upon Her Eyes

Clear are her eyes,
Like purest skies;
Discovering from thence
A baby there
That turns each sphere,
Like an Intelligence.

1. To Sapho
2. His Teares to Thamasis
3. On Himself (Lost to the world; lost to myself)
4. Upon Julia's Ribbon
5. The Rock of Rubies, and the Quarry of Pearls

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